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【Two dowries】

It wasn't until Aurora stepped into the door of the guest coffee shop that the heavy shackles on her body fell off.

In the store, the roasted coffee beans are ground into a fine powder, exuding bursts of intoxicating wood fruit aroma.She squinted her eyes and sniffed lightly, the slightly bitter breath diffused in her nasal cavity, instantly clearing her eyes and ears.

Aurora was about to go upstairs, the corner of her eye glanced at the parchment in her hand, and after a moment she couldn't look away.

Both men and women gave half of their lives to a carved wooden dip pen, and used a bottle of black ink of unknown origin to leave their names on the parchment that belonged to each other.When the ink dries up, the black and white words seem to be two unwavering and unrepentant hearts.

Regrettably, this sacred moment has nothing to do with love.

But it is also confusing: the rituals of girls and youths do not contain the slightest coercion—at least from their faces, one can see unforced and comfortable smiles.

Maybe everything was an accident, but it was just right.

Among thousands of possibilities, just happened to catch up with the best option.

She retracted her foot, and couldn't help but think of the episode after signing the marriage certificate——

The betrothal ceremony that was completed at the mansion of Count Vodshinski, as an elder, at least attended the end.When the marriage contract was confirmed, Aurora was about to hand over the marriage certificate to the earl for verification, but unexpectedly, the new fiancé beside her was much faster than her.

She looked at the earl and nodded repeatedly, and the marriage certificate was rolled up and tied and returned to the young man.The gentleman from Paris told the girl that she didn't need to check her share, and he also gave a warm smile along the way.

Surrounded by the aroma of coffee, Aurora recalled the uncontested expressions of the earl and his wife, plus a young man like a lily, and always felt that something was wrong.

She shook her head, and couldn't help laughing at how sensitive she was.

The marriage contract...

I never expected that the first thing I did when I came to the nineteenth century was to "sell" myself for a good price.

"Aurora, you are back."

The girl who fell into her own world was sighing faintly. She turned her head when she heard a familiar voice, and saw Petit sitting at the dining table in the window, with a few sporadic small flowers embroidered with silk thread falling on the embroidery in her hand.

Just like a ship going out to sea will always return to port, she immediately walked over and sat down, forgetting all the sighs and regrets.

"Yes, Sister Cosette, are you all done?"

The shopkeeper served fragrant milk coffee to the guests by the window at the right time, told the piano that it had been repaired, and easily received a surprise thank you from the girl.

The elder nodded his head and never looked away.

The cup and spoon are turned lightly at Aurora's fingertips, stirring dark brown and warm white into a softer color.Petit looked at his young lady's peaceful smile, and the solemnity on his face softened a bit.

For a moment, she didn't know how to reply.

It was Petit's decision to let Aurora go to the Vodshinski mansion alone today after thinking for a long time.

Even if it might be against her duty.

It has been a while since Miss woke up from a high fever.Teaching Mammy to stop thanking God all the time will restore the girl to health.

Even if she lost the memory of the past.

Even if she is no longer as intimate with herself as usual.

Aurora without memory is very different.

She seems to be more independent, more independent, and stronger—especially when she sits in front of the piano, her whole body will burst into dazzling light.

Pettit could hardly tell which lady was the real one.

She only knew that this young lady was a stranger to her now.

Strangeness means distance.

So much so that Pettit has been troubled by a certain idea recently: she is not needed.

Miss is a quick learner.

The places where she could get close to Aurora's life suddenly became less and less.

The elder took care of the girl for 18 years.

She couldn't explain why this feeling was - but if this was what the young lady expected, she would only pray that the life belonging to "Aurora" would be better.

For example, not accompanying Aurora to meet the last blood relative, so that when Miss establishes a new contact, she will not be restricted because of her.

A brand new life for a girl...

If you can't remember the past, it might be better to forget it completely.

But when Pettit came back to her senses, she was already sitting in front of the French window of the coffee shop with her handbag in her hand, fascinated by the past on the trail.

Things to do?

Those are all excuses.

Other than waiting for you to come back, other than making sure everything is fine with you... Aurora, I have nothing else to worry about.

Pettit put the embroidery in his hand on his lap, looked into Aurora's amber eyes, and said, "Well, yes...it's all done..."

Before the person on the other side could answer, she cautiously added another question: "You... how do you feel when you went to see the Wodshinski family today?"

"Feeling? Nothing special..."

The girl took a sip of the coffee, enjoying the way the bitterness along the coating of her tongue stimulated her nerves.She suddenly remembered something, put down the cup, took out the small object from her pocket and handed it to the elder.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't give this thing away—it's better for you to keep it."

"Why? Miss... don't you wonder what this thing is?"

Aurora raised her head, she seemed surprised by the elder's inquiry, "Petit has been taking care of me since I woke up, is it wrong for me to keep it for you? As for what it is, Mammy If you want to tell me, I will listen to you carefully."

Petit was dumb, she sighed, and asked, "Why didn't you send it out, Aurora?"

"I don't think Wodshinski could have that, after all they were a little haughty about some of my parents' words - you let me choose my feelings, my feelings let me leave it to you Mammy. Compared to Others, I trust you more."

After finishing speaking, Aurora focused on her coffee, completely ignoring that she caused a huge wave in Pettit's heart.

After a moment of silence, the elder resolutely smashed the sealing paint on the surface of such a thing on the dining table.The small thing was opened after twisting it back and forth a few times in her hand, and then the girl heard the sound of metal objects falling on the table.

A key with a special shape.

Petit put his index finger into the small tube very gently, and twisted out a small piece of paper, the handwriting on it was full of traces of time.

"'I'm not going to buy property in any one place, and if one day I'm gone -- oh god, I'm just saying that, I can't make sure that the people who dumped me don't try to get them back. For us My dear Aurora, every year I secretly deposit a sum of money for her... If I can send her into church, I will gladly give it as a dowry; if not, I hope it can make my favorite child More emboldened.'”

The elder took the girl's hand and tremblingly put the key into her hand.

"Aurora, these are your father's exact words. The key and the password of the bank, they left the precious ones to you, and they love you forever."

enough.

The missing corner in Pettit's heart was successfully filled-even though the lady lost her memory, she did not forget the most important thing.She can defend her deceased parents, and can trust herself... Even if she is not the same as the former lady, what should she care about?

"Miss Cossett, you seem to have forgotten yourself—you are far more precious than these, Mammy."

Aurora didn't seem to care about the key. She smiled and looked at Petit, who was no longer calm, and expressed her opinion frankly.

"It seems that I have two dowry? I am looking forward to our life in Paris - it will make our life better, so you should put it away. Mammy, even if you don't have it, please Trust me to feed you."

The key returned to the elder's hand again, and Petit watched in shock as Aurora happily ran towards the piano after pouring coffee.The strings had already been reconnected, and after a while the music began to reverberate in the cafe.

Paris?

Aurora, do you want to travel?

Feed me?

Does the lady know what sweet and ridiculous things she is talking about?

Petit helplessly unfolded the parchment roll that Aurora left on the dining table, and his smile froze in the blink of an eye.

marriage contract?Two dowries?

God, how dare Wodshinski!

As expected, I should go with her—is Miss being bullied to the point of selling herself?

Francois Pison.

Pettit stared at the male name signed on the marriage contract, wishing to burn it into a black hole.